Today I am off with Traveler to British Columbia. We’re driving about 6.5 hours and traveling through the Cascade Mountain Range. We’ll pass through some of the most gorgeous roadsides in our country, judging from Google Images. I can’t wait. Is it weird I’m so looking forward to so many hours in the car with my love?
I love road trip time. I love talking about everything and nothing and sharing music and silences and the little squeeze you give each other on the knee, or that affectionate eye contact. I just love it. I have to admit my favorite part though is the talk.
Whenever anyone asks me what superpower I wish I had I always answer “The Ability to Read Minds at Will”. Well, that or teleportation. If I could I would vulcan mind-meld people. I am endlessly fascinated by the depth and breadth and variety of human existence and view and thought. I wish I knew everything people think when I wanted to know it. I am constantly asking “What are you thinking?”. It makes people crazy. I think that’s why I was so drawn to mental health. I love knowing what makes people tick. I like knowing what matters to you and how you feel about things and what you would like and how you plan and how your mind works. People being honest about anything is almost never boring. Humans are fascinating and surprise me all the time.
And road trips and long walks and talking way into the night are some of the few ways to have a teeny bit of that vulcan mind meld. A few hours into a road trip people get honest. You can ask them things and they’ll pause and answer when normally back home they just say “I don’t know”. Some of my fondest times with friends and lovers were like this, just talking about nothing and everything on the road.
Well, we’re about to hit it, so I better go get the cold stuff outta the fridge and into the cooler. I’ll be blogging here and there, and I’m always checking my stats and comments (it’s an obsession) because… well.. I just told you why. I like knowing what you think. If I could, I’d read your mind.